Emma
Blackwell Biotech.
I stared at the name on Dr. Chen’s monitor until the letters blurred.
Of course Derek’s family owned a genetics company. Why wouldn’t they? Apparently being a wealthy abusive psychopath wasn’t enough. He also needed convenient access to laboratories.
“What can they do with my blood?” I asked.
Jake stood beside me, so close I could feel the heat rolling off him. His expression had gone frighteningly calm, which I was beginning to understand was much worse than when he yelled.
Dr. Chen pushed her glasses higher. “A lot of things in a properly licensed laboratory. That’s why I don’t want us jumping to conclusions.”
“Can they determine paternity?”
The room went silent.
Jake’s hand settled against my lower back.
“Not the way you’re thinking,” Dr. Chen said. “Yo
